The past is a kind of state
With moments in it
And everything we mean by now
Depends who is in it

we build it up and tear it down
one layer at a time
till the other side of a wormhole
is the other side of a mind

the past is a kind of state
and it’s entropy, the giver
it's everything that we perceive
from our little sliver

it’s like the universe were made of links
instead of four kinds of stuff
and it gets harder to look back there
as it breaks up

we build it up and tear it down
one layer at a time
till the other side of a wormhole
is the other side of a mind

The past is a kind of state
With moments in it
And what we mean when we say now
Depends who is in it

The past is a kind of state

Sea worn glass

Velvet highway of poppies
and cream marigolds
spill over your mouth
like rivulets
they're calling my name

I want to be there
Pull me closer, closer, closer

You say that you wanna change
but you're a gold plated girl
and I'm a snow globe
full of swirly stuff

they say that we cannot wait
cos you're a gold plated girl
and I'm a snow globe
full of swirly stuff
you're a gold plated girl
and I'm a snow globe
full of silver dust

silver hour on the hillside
and pale buttercups
in tangerine skies
do pirouettes
you’re fading again

Velvet highway of poppies
and cream marigolds

Cream marigolds

Willow leans

you speak in tongues
and call it truth
but I don’t see it
it’s not real
you wear the signs
and stain you hands
but it’s a script
you do not feel

you took me close
and wore my name
but you are not my brother, friend
you gave me rules
and bread to break
But you don't feel it
never did

and I cannot escape from
this world you put me in
where people are vicious creatures
and nothing's what it seems
and I cannot be escape from
this world you put me in
where people are vicious creatures
and nothing's what it seems
 
i took the cup
and spoke the name
but it was nothing
not a spark
i made the cut
and watched it run
but it was empty
always dark

i knew your face
and wore your hands
but I am not your brother, friend
i fed the flame
and bit my tongue
but I won’t serve you
never will

Vicious creatures

Minimalist indie alternative dream pop (with influences from art pop, triphop).
Just a guy making indie demos at home.

The past is a kind of state

Elnembryo

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